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173 A fuzzy fellow, without feet, Yet doth exceeding run! Of velvet, is his Countenance, And his Complexion, dun!
868 They ask but our Delight— The Darlings of the Soil And grant us all their Countenanc… For a penurious smile.
My life closed twice before its cl… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me So huge, so hopeless to conceive
It stole along so stealthy Suspicion it was done Was dim as to the wealthy Beginning not to own -
912 Peace is a fiction of our Faith— The Bells a Winter Night Bearing the Neighbor out of Sound That never did alight.
427 I'll clutch — and clutch — Next — One — Might be the golden… Could take it — Diamonds — Wait —
928 The Heart has narrow Banks It measures like the Sea In mighty—unremitting Bass And Blue Monotony
865 He outstripped Time with but a Bo… He outstripped Stars and Sun And then, unjaded, challenged God In presence of the Throne.
509 If anybody’s friend be dead It’s sharpest of the theme The thinking how they walked alive… At such and such a time—
319 Of Bronze — and Blaze — The North — tonight — So adequate — it forms — So preconcerted with itself —
GLEE! the great storm is over! Four have recovered the land; Forty gone down together Into the boiling sand. Ring, for the scant salvation!
903 I hide myself within my flower, That fading from your Vase, You, unsuspecting, feel for me— Almost a loneliness.
There is no Silence in the Earth… As that endured Which uttered, would discourage N… And haunt the World.
How fits his Umber Coat The Tailor of the Nut? Combined without a seam Like Raiment of a Dream - Who spun the Auburn Cloth?
655 Without this—there is nought— All other Riches be As is the Twitter of a Bird— Heard opposite the Sea—